Steve sat on the terrace watching the tropical rain. It was roaring down making it hard to see the pool a few yards away. He knew it would flow over but there wasn’t anything he could do. The good thing was that the water would be cool. Normally it was warm like a bath and didn’t help much in the heat. He took a sip from his beer and lit another cigarette. Mimi, the labrador he was watching sauntered over and lay down at...

Steve had never felt fear in his life, at least not that gut-wrenching type that he felt while still seated on the plane. It had just landed at Tocumen International Airport in Panama. Deep in his heart, he knew coming back was a bad idea, but something always brought him back to Panama. He had been in and out of the country for almost two decades. It was a love-and-hate relationship. He loved the weather, laid-back lifes...